Almost twenty two years ago, a small boy stood outside, holding a torch his uncle had made from pine tar and cloth. Surrounded by his parents, grandparents and cousins they watched the opening ceremonies of the 1992 Summer Olympic Games in Barcelona on a small black and white television. Today that boy has been to the Olympics as an athlete. He wasn’t the first, and he won’t be the last, he didn’t win any medals but his life has been changed forever.
Thank you to all of you who have helped me along this journey.
Farewell Sochi.
Farewell dear reader.
They came together from all over the world, and lived under one roof in peace.
Last sunrise over the Endurance Village.
Entering the stadium for the closing ceremonies.
In four years they will come together again in South Korea.
What lies ahead?
We really enjoyed your blog,Jan. So interesting and informative, almost like being there. The pictures were stunning. Well done. On to the next challenge whatever that may be!